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lirik lagu graveyard pimpin’ – smokehouse junkiez

[verse 1]
yo b*tch in the box, open up, i wanna stick it
don’t make me have to dig you up, just come and join the living
got a dozen black roses, i’ma leave ’em on your grave
and i’ll be back on halloween to make sure your spirit’s saved
never think i would betray you, i’ll be loyal to your soul
graveyard pimpin’ the unliving, so i’m always in control
gotta roll the blunts up, dig the sl*ts up
tag team action, tear the guts up
l!ck my nuts up, rigor mortis
somebody call the news reporters
f*ck them b*tches, let ’em tape us
we some pimpin’ money makers
out of blunts, you got somе papers?
let the city catch thе vapors
giant clouds of chronic smoke
f*ck your throat, just take a toke
’round your neck with a hemp rope
split your dome like cantaloupe
we can party ’til we die
b*tches wanna f*ck these guys
doing only smokehouse junkiez
with the angler kinda scrubby
ain’t no punks see leave you bl**dy
always down to k!ll somebody
bet these bullets pierce your black heart
halloween up in the graveyard
[chorus]
graveyard pimpin’, f*ck dead vixens
empty graves, your daughter’s missing
take your pick, not sh*t to lose
so many dead for you to choose
graveyard pimpin’, got her p*ssy spittin’ roaches
on halloween, b*tch, saving your life is hopeless

[verse 2: dirt diggla]
another halloween, take a stroll through the graveyard
gotta make a choice, never seem to be so hard
come to your stump, says your name’s mary
what you doing by your lonely in the cemetery?
the name’s dirt diggla, can you even hear me?
if i dig you up, would you let me hold you near me?
wonder what you look like rotting in your tomb
wonder what they think if they find you in my room
took one hour, got to you
this is what we gonna do
take my d*ck, pull it out
tear the stitches from your mouth
that’s the sh*t, you my b*tch
now it’s time to f*ck your tits
now that’s through, i’m heading south
show you what this k!ller’s ’bout
hold up, baby, ’bout to bust
holy sh*t, is that your guts?
feeling sick, i need to nut
f*cking you is kinda nuts
the nerdy one, the graveyard pimp
leaving all you haters limp
filled your grave, it’s time to leave
got a story won’t believe
[chorus]
graveyard pimpin’, f*ck dead vixens
empty graves, your daughter’s missing
take your pick, not sh*t to lose
so many dead for you to choose
graveyard pimpin’, got her p*ssy spittin’ roaches
on halloween, b*tch, saving your life is hopeless

[verse 3]
here we come, we back again, it’s angler and the junkiez
undead army right behind us blowing blunts that skunky
two days a year, devil’s night and halloween
smokehouse junkiez and the angler run the purgatory scene
out here graveyard pimpin’ dead b*tches, slangin’ ass
while we kick back on the tombstones smokin’ countin’ cash
he*rs* full of knock got the cemetery knockin’
every zombie in the place dead body hip hoppin’
can’t control themselves comin’ up out the ground
’cause they heard the roach reppers, and they’re drawn to the sound
of three ouija*loving k!llers worshipping the dead
speak in tongues, do what it takes just to get inside your head
s*xy little hottie, roaches covering her body
she wants her p*ssy blew out, so i f*ck her with my shotty
can’t hold back, i’m ’bout to blow, pull the trigger, let it go
give a f*ck ’bout one dead ho, make a new one, tap some mo’
[chorus]
graveyard pimpin’, f*ck dead vixens
empty graves, your daughter’s missing
take your pick, not sh*t to lose
so many dead for you to choose
graveyard pimpin’, got her p*ssy spittin’ roaches
on halloween, b*tch, saving your life is hopeless

- smokehouse junkiez

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